John Francis, seated at the head of the table, was already carving the turkey before him. He nodded to Roger. “This lady knows how to cook a Christmas dinner. I know of what I speak, I’ve been having Christmas dinners with her and her husband, Rufus, since I moved here and that’s how many years Edna?”
“Twelve, fourteen, oh, I don’t know. I know it’s over ten … since the girls were just kids playing in the dunes.”
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